No man is inherently respectable, but all women are by nature.

However vague they are, dreams have a way of concealing themselves and leave us no peace until they are translated into reality, like seeds germinating underground, sure to sprout in their search for the sunlight.

Now it is characteristic of play that one plays without reason and there must be no reason for it. Play is its own good reason.

Nothing matters to a man who says nothing matters.

Art is both creation and recreation. Of the two ideas, I think art as recreation or as sheer play of the human spirit is more important.

Let him cry whoever feels like crying, for we were animals before we became reasoning beings, and the shedding of a tear, whether of forgiveness or of pity or of sheer delight at beauty, will do him a lot of good.

Such is human psychology that if we don't express our joy, we soon cease to feel it.